[LETS FILM THIS SHIT] DADDY LONGSTROKE

[LETS FILM THIS SHIT] DADDY LONGSTROKE

THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... 

http://youtu.be/p7RaIKRY0TQ

In my pornographic mind I ain't politically correct and I don't expect you to be either.

In my pornographic mind I just want to love yo pussy... Make yo pussy love me.

Fuck you till yo teeth rattle and yo toes curl.

In my porno mind I want a dirty slut and a nasty girl... A slave on her knees with my dick in her throat.

I my porno mind I want a good girl with bad intentions

Tease me, please me.

In my pornographic state I dont want to see you smile... I want you fucking ugly as I beat the bricks off your walls... Mouth open, eyes wide.

Take this dick from the back... Bend over and show me what the fuck I wanna see...

Spread that pussy.

Be my slave... Be my freak... Give me that pink...

Buss dat pussy open.

I got the camera rollin.

HAIKU IN RETROSPECT

[HAIKU IN RETROSPECT]

THE MUSIC FOR THIS WINDING WALK... LISTEN AS YOU TAKE IN THE EXIBIT...

http://youtu.be/kFD9YnDx9RU

NEVER DONE HAIKU BEFORE SO BE LIGHT ON ME.

[WINTER KILL]

BREATH OF AIR CONDENSED

WINTER ON COLD WIND ARRIVES

WARM STEEL OF PISTOL GRIP

[HER NATURE]

She like summers day

Warm light filtering through leaves.

Glint of blade revealed

[ON THE PORCH]

Hummingbird hanging

Suspended visually

Thunder distantly

[REJUVENATED]

Son of suns drips tears

Sucked into the dirt, filtered

Rain so pure falling

[THE DESCENT]

Angels wings raising dust

Clouds of biting grains swirling 

Man fluttering down

HER NATURE

Light through sundress streams

Hint of mound, caress of breast

Revealed in detail

[JILTED BRIDE]

Dreary day dawns grey

Heavy clouds full of moisture

The bride in white dress

[THE BATTLEFIELD]

Warriors stand ranked

Wind caresses their faces

Flowers bloom vibrantly

[WOMAN DEM]

Woman standing still

Face of stone catching moons light

Cricket in grass plays

[THE TRUTH]

Man transfixed by sky

Meteor flames in freefall

Trust dies savagely fast

[THE  DARK SINGS]

Darkness call's deeply

Reverberating off walls

Soul torn asunder

[FARTHER AWAY]

The Boy cries head bowed

Moon rising from the treeline

Father tills the soil

[A DROP OF AN URBAN JUNGLE DROP]

[A DROP OF AN URBAN JUNGLE DROP]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... 
http://youtu.be/p_TM7bE9vKc

We here...
We beneath these clouds placed in the sky by cause and consequence... 
Smell of the air of cities where we are found...
We here...
We seeing these things which transpire... The tale of lives unfolds and holds us in its grasp...
Can't tear our eyes away no matter how sad... No matter how joyous... We drawn in like the moth to the flame.
We here as somewhere someone is enjoying The best meal of his life as someones else succumbs to hunger... A hunched over poor man in the corner babbling bout better days.
A father and mother look at a baby for the very first time as someone in another room fights for his life... Victim of the right to bear arms as sold by the N.R.A...
We here
We living and loving... dying in hate as the sun makes its trek across the sky and causes the shadows to drift... Long, short and fade away... Such a sense of deja vu as this type of shit happens every damn day...
The beast in charge doth play with the existence of the sheep... Culls the herd.
We here.
The Illuminati and the Goyim standing on the chessboard... Pawns preferably falling first as dictated in THE ART OF WAR... A dead king is a liability, it is best to keep him alive... For awhile.
A house of cards falling in slow motion as the wind howls be free, be free.
We here
We as the sun sets at our backs and envelops us in illuminating light...
We completely enveloped and enshrouded in our chaos.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[FLIPPING AND DRIPPING]

[FLIPPING AND DRIPPING]
THE MUSIC AND THIS PIECE WAS TOTALLY WRITTEN TO THIS...
http://youtu.be/vJEJaBNd0dg

Here I be again residing in the galaxy flipped out lyricality where words seem to take on new meaning... have no meaning at all... echoing into the mirror of time.
Repeated over and over again.
I see me standing behind me, standing behind me, ad infinitum.
The purpose so clear yet so far away... at the tip of my fingers... the tip of my mind.
Standing behind a gossamer curtain... Puffed out on a breeze.
No beginning and no end in a purely metaphysical sense as society is reinvented time and time again...
Transitions from boys to men, and girls to women as our lives entwine and take on new meanings...
Twine.
Here I be waxing philosophical on a Tuesday in a sunday school Babylon where words hold the power of keeping some down while holding others up... Prisoners of preconceived notions while revolving around the sun... 
The son?
Evolution of revolutions as time spins away like some old vinyl... The song comes to a dwindling conclusion... 
Scratch, scratch, scratch.
Out in this galaxy whimsically...
Reflecting in reflection.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[NEIGHBORHOOD WATCH] INTENSE EROTICA FEATURING Starlet Williams

[NEIGHBORHOOD WATCH] INTENSE EROTICA FEATURING Starlet Williams
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE OF VOYEURISTIC PLEASURE...
http://youtu.be/HpXtIq6sibg

J
I look through the window at you.
So fucked up inside as you stand in your panties and bra.
I know its wrong but if it is I don't want to be right as I pull my dick from my pants and start to stroke it.
You turn around and look me in my eyes.

S
My body reflects in the mirror on the wall
The lights streaming through the windows...
I catch you in the corner of my eye in the shadows on pause
The look on your face entices me to do a show 
Placing my hands realising my skirt below my hips
Snapping my panties to the side . legs gaped wide
exposing my glistering pussy mound... ooh the thought
of you watching have me licking my nipples one by one

J
I stand back as she licks her nipples and show her my dick.
I see cream on her fingers as she plays with her pussy lips and I rub my dick slow. I want this show to last. I hear a door slam but right now that means not a damn thing.
She has hypnotized me.

S
Stroking and stroking... spreading my lips tapping my clit sensing you there throwing my head back Dipping my fingers 3 deep, giving Ms Buttterfly a beating.. soaking the sheets... pussy on heat to the 10th degree... Jumping on these fingers like a trapoline bouncing to release this cream ... the more and more I jump out of the corner of my eye I see that dick get harder.

J
My dick seems ready to burst from the sheath of my skin.
So fucking hard that I could cut this motherfucking glass to get at her if I wanted.
I can see the cream as it dribbles to her ass cheeks... runs down her thighs as she pumps her pussy.
Lips so long they seem to flutter...
Butterfly indeed.
I hear the neighbor walk past the other side of the tree but that don't stop me.

S
Smelling pre-cum in the air drives me wild 
Locking and popping, biting my lower lips 
body squirming ,sweating
spazing..
Taking both hands on this juicy ride 
fingers sticky wet.
I have to take one hand
and taste myself while the other continues to work
Spreading my dripping lips making noise
I'm in a zone humping hard
fall from the shadows daddy 
and finish this show

J
I push at the window and feel it give... I see her eyes and I know that she wants me to take that pussy and I walk up to her and slap her clit with my dick as she arches her back... Pussy juice splatters on my stomach and hers as I slid it in and push her legs wayyyy back.
She tells me to fuck her good and I do pushups in that pussy... Some of that weight drop shit as slapping sounds fill the room.
Damn this pussy is good, we come to a screaming conclusion and I fall on top of her and look to the side and see our neighbor looking in the window in shock.
I give him the thumbs up.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY AND STARLET WILLIAMS

[INSTITUTIONS OF INSTITUTIONS] FEATURING RON POETRY

[INSTITUTIONS OF INSTITUTIONS] FEATURING Ron Poetry

THE MUSIC FOR THIS PRESSURE... MAKE SURE YOU PUMP IT VERY LOUD AS YOU READ...

http://youtu.be/AdwYEHWOhdQ

[RON]

MENTAL INSTITUTIONS...

WE WERE RAISED TO..
Share whatever we have and dream prosperity for all respond generous humanity and calamity call.. What keeps us united in all the circumstances? Something must be believed in substances..
Something said and not done, will not work All good work done will be lost in smoke.. We are here for upliftment of all classes it is a difficult task not an easy walk on roses..
There is one conception dreamt about GROWTH and HAPPINESS for all out EQUAL participation in real terms NO COMMUNISM, CAPITALISM or SOCIALISM.
The system which benefits all the communities.. Number of welfare schemes with different varieties..No one is allowed to hold sway over others. Nothing is conceived in haste that bothers..

Rivers are kept pollution free no destruction of forests with trees equal rights for all human beings no violation of any kind and simply undoing...

Time has come to decentralize the powers no higher rise buildings or towers Little huts with basic amenities A step forward for elimination of poverty..

SOCIALISM or any other “ISM” dreamt in concept will not succeed if it lacks teeth with aptness. The poor may increase with lot more agony to add we will have many more in waiting to be fed..

Some kind of vigilant eye to keep watch over happenings certain steps to be taken for good beginning It is not at all bad to dream and put in execution That is how some of the change takes place in MENTAL INSTITUTIONS...

[KILL MOVES AKA JERALD]

MENTAL INSTITUTIONS...

WE WERE RAISED TO...

Take what we could to get by, hard as hell living in another mans heaven.

Where children of one race die by guns every day, while being of the other race grants a reprieve.

Till one of their own commits what is called a tragedy, now they crying for gun control and compassion.

Where was all that when my cousin got shot last night. Found dead lying dead in pool of cooling blood on a street in Tifton Georgia.

What is a damn shame to some is the way we live... our condition, so to speak.

A politician done sold you you out for a campaign contribution... Lied on the pulpit on Martin Luther King day bout he felt your pain... Cared about your pickaninny.

How he feels sympathy.

Time to bust down the walls of THEOLOGY, PSYCHOLOGY, AND SOCIOLOGY where so many have become the victims.

Roadkill stinking in the blazing sun of a barbaric system disguised as DEMOCRACY.

Shit plants and toxic waste dumps placed in the heart of the city where the lower half lives, surrounded by steel and glass prisms where brass cornerstones tell the tale.

A SQUARE the LEVEL and a G as the people are held hostage in MENTAL INSTITUTIONS...

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY AND RON POETRY 2013

[FUCKING FLAMBOYANT] STARRING JENOFPOETRY

[FUCKING FLAMBOYANT]
THE MUSIC... 
http://youtu.be/PiDRm8OsNyA

FREAKY J
Such a Flamboyant Sucka Talking about how you can rock and Fuck a sista.
Trying to Scare me or make me think twice.
Let me make it clear and give you some advice I like it rough. You have to get tough.
Fuck me hard and clear Make me change your name to Oh Lawd... 
This pussy is strong And can take what you call a A big black shlong.
Climb the twin peaks...Caution my body is like clique. I fuck back.
 Let us assemble in the darkness.
 Come to battle Howling at the moon Racing to cum before the sun rise My body is calling for you.
As you pump hard Sliding fast. Try to muffle the slurred speak the Pussy has Queffing... Can you hear her talking to you daddy?
 Translation... Fuck it Suck it Lick it Play with it, Become one with it.
Ride this ass like a five star general Get up in that shit Touch the bottom...create a New depth for fucking that Fits only you. Straight lust and orgasmic punctuality 
Cum correct and cum on time.

BIG DADDY
Woman I hear you talking all that shit but they hast dubbed I "Big Dick Daddy", a hard hitting dick slanger and a pussy hole banger...
Let me make one thing perfectly clear lil dear, I whups pussy.
You talking all that shit but all I see is a victim ripe for the thrill...
Lay yo lil ass down and pose coitally, this thick in the pink... 
Let me feel your womb... 
See a beast, be a beast... I smell punani.
Fuck queefing. I'm gonna make that pussy fart... poot... poot.
Wet splashes on our thighs... little rivers 
Kiss that pussy from the front, the back, inspect it upside down, explore its dark secrets...
Take it to orgasmically astronomical heights and bring it in for a rough landing...
"Ahh Big Daddy" as I plant a little flag and look mean at the camera.
"Yeah thats my pussy."
I am gonna make you bust ten nuts.
Cum correct cause you gone be sore tomorrow.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY AND JENOFPOETRY

[DONT RESIST] A COLLAB FEATURING JEN OF POETRY

[DONT RESIST] FEATURING JENOFPOETRY

THE MUSIC... DO NOT MISS THIS...

http://youtu.be/zKkyOT94D0Y

LIL MAMA

Impulsive behaviors Control me, possess me I want to feel the aggression of your masculinity 

Inflict sensual pain
The premeditation of your actions
Has me anxious to take in
Your eccentric performance
Tied in ecstasy ... unable to free myself Fulfill my fantasy of sexual gratification Control what I want by giving me what you want
Taking in the
T-asteless
H-ardcore
C-arnal
Of arousing vulnerability The fields of flowers are open
Waiting for the fertilization of your power
So intense causing sensation to rise and swell inside
Aching to touch myself...
Tied in passion I am unable
To satisfy
Influenced by the exhilaration
Your sexually demented intelligence that occupies your body Turns me on Examine the couture of your specimen I submit to your rhythmical beatings
Forcefully and deeply strong
Slowly extracting moans of satisfaction
My pleas to stop go unheard
My prayers to don. ’t stop entice
Making it your prerogative to
Promote, Pursue, Remain in the state of moonstruck seduction.

Devouring all that is me.

BIG DADDY

I walk in to you submissive... Ripe for my taking...

I inhale of your femininity...

I squeeze and you give...

I am lost in the moment of this moment. 

My plan has come to fruition...

I see your anticipation and raise the bar...

You spread out and bound... 

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide... You are now mine.

I plan to give you what you want... beg me.

Fuck you till you lay sweaty and covered in sheen... Man and woman cream.

L-iving

U

S-ucking- u

T-asting- u

As you flutter open and give me your pollen...

I give you mine...

Some of that wake up in the morning wondering if all that really happened.

I will take you there and leave you lingering in the mist...

Covered in the droplets of our sexual deviations...

I shall devour you as you submit to me.

jerald hamzahfaruq murphy and JenOfPoetry™

MAKE ME

[MAKE ME]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE... DONT MISS IT.
http://youtu.be/Akdrq0sHThg

Make me want to fuck when I don't feel like it... Can you do that?
Something so freaky that my blood threatens to drown me in sound as it rushes from my brain to my loins.
A swerve and a lean on weakened knees... a stagger in my soul.
Making me want to gain altitude in the height of your womb... That place where only few can reach... The crown of your trees.
Make your skies come crashing down as rain.
Make me want to take you to the apex of crossing over while gently laying you down and kissing your flower.
Nudging at the piston and releasing the pollen.
Humming birds and bees in a garden of sexual release...
Streams of amber and cream dribbling across layers, lines and wrinkles and falling in patterns to the fabric.
Lost in the fuck of wanting it, needing it so bad that it pulls at heartstrings, plaintive notes in primary colors.
Show me something that will awaken the caring in me when this shit seems to be falling down...
Build me up in your foundation.
Make me want to fuck when its what I need to clear my mind...
Lost in the nut of a nut.
Reconstructed in the totality of the situation as it plays out.
Show me just a little more...
Make me forget.
Can you do that?

WAR INNA BABYLON. PICTURE SUBMITTED BY Starlet Williams

[WAR INNA BABYLON] A PICTURE TOPIC. PICTURE SUBMITTED BY Starlet Williams
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...

Let me speak to you of war my queen... If not for you this state probably would not exist but neither would man.
Only one among the angels and Allah... What would be his purpose?
He would have never heard the cry of a baby... The laugh of a playing child.
Never felt the soft skin of a queen.
Again what would be the purpose?
This everyday war called struggle where we are found twain... We as warriors and queens... The queen so much more deadly than the king... 
Her mysterious holding the keys.
Wars won on her wiles... Surprise... Surprise.
Together we saw the dawn of the world... Separated we are reduced to funky ghettos and jail cells... War among ourselves.
7 sons and a mother in Maccabees killed because of pagan belief and an order of eat that pig meat... Black teen in Florida killed cause of the same thing cause niggers supposed to obey orders... Eat that swine.
Believe in white God.
This is war my queen... Come.
Stand beside me.

jerald hamzahfaruq murphy

EMERGENCE

[EMERGENCE] THIS PIECE WAS DONE TO A PICTURE SUBMITTED BY Denise HestaylovinMe Oliver THIS IS NOT THE PICTURE
THE MUSIC FOR THIS WRITE...
http://youtu.be/yCb4eqFv934

All off on planes of all off into you... So deep that if you were an ocean we would be in  the deepest trench.

A place of mermen and women in cool shades of the most beautiful blue... fading to the deepest of black.

If you were the sky I would be an astronaut suspended in the amniotic fluid of your star filled womb... Sperm on a journey to seed new worlds.

You a forest... The crown of your nappy hair the spikes of majestic trees brushing the the bottom of your skies.. Mists circulating in the heights.

Life dwelling in your branches and your roots.

So fully do I feel you that it all become entwined, fantasy, reality and possibilities merging and becoming potentiality realized.

All off into you.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[POETICAL ON A SUGGESTION] INSPIRED BY Ron Poetry

[POETICAL ON A SUGGESTION] INSPIRED BY Ron Poetry 
THE MUSIC FOR THIS WRITE...
http://youtu.be/1V5fBUYY0Pk


Once as poetry spoke in a boys bones he longed to see the sun on different continents, it calling to his heart...
But the boy lived in the ghetto and the walls they were high...
Poetry lived in the pages of the books he read, the speeches made by great men... 
Poetry lived in the dance of life, swing of hips and swerve of the car.
The boy touched cold steel and poetry existed in that too... The power to take life.
Poetry in the sky as the seasons they changed... Leaves falling from trees and growing again.
Poetry was the sweetness of grandma's strawberry nut cake... Frosting so rich it would rattle your soul.
Poetry made the boy leave the ghetto and go into the world, taught him that he was an anomaly.
One who saw the true ways of the poetry of man in all his incarnations... its implications.
Poetry was the bastard and the whore... The dirty redneck who spit on his truck... The form of a woman in a darkened bedroom... Water running in a bathtub.
Poetry the birth of a child and the loss of one as well... The song of his fathers life told to southern blues.
Poetry as he fades into the horizon... Off into the setting sun...
Walking...
Poetically.

jerald hamzahfaruq murphy